The Room

You awake in a dark space. The smell of musty water assults your nose as you stagger upright against what feels to be a jagged wall. You notice your hands are locked together behind your back with something horribly [[sticky and slimey. -> Picture]] You cannot see more than a foot in front of you. Your head hurts and you cannot remember anything. [[Call out.]] [[Make your way around.]]

You try to call for help but nothing more than a broken whimper escapes your mouth as you feel something claw its way up your throat and chew its way out. You sink to the floor as it feeds from you. You're dead, Jimmy.

You edge your way around the area with your back to the wall as a guideline. It's cold and rough, dampening the back of your shirt as you progress. Eventually you determine that you're in a small room, about four paces across each way. You also felt a small bump along one of the walls. Hopefully a door knob of some kind. The center of the room is too dark to see from the walls. You cannot make anything out of it besides a heavy sinking in your stomach. [[Go for the door knob.]] [[Check center of the room.]]

You decide to ignore the center of the room and go for the door knob. You make your way along the wall until you find the bump. Unfortunately your hands are still stuck behind your back and you cannot move your fingers. You crouch and realize that it is indeed a small door knob, but for some reason the sinking feeling isn't going away. You try to roll the knob with your shoulder but the sinking feeling isn't going away. You try to hit it against your back but the sinking feeling isn't going away. You grip it with your teeth but the sinking feeling isn't going away and all you taste is ash as the door knob crumbles in your mouth and you feel yourself follow suit. Why don't you learn, Johnny?

You stumble forward into the center of the room and find a [[dying, twitching crow. -> Crow]] Maggots have already made their home into its' body and you can't believe you didn't hear the buzzing of flies until now. <b>"Please don't go. I love you so much!"</b> It cried. <i>It stunk.</i> The feeling in your stomach went away, replaced with something else. [[Stomp it.]] [[Kick dirt over it.]]

It was hate in your heart. You bring your foot down cruelly on the bird, ignoring its' cries of pain, sending bits of bug everywhere. Flies buzzed around your ears with warnings and whispers that the crow will be avenged. It feels good. Eventually the bird is nothing but pulp under your shoes. You shake off the flies as best as you can. The door clicks open, the sound of it echoing off of the walls of the now silent room. [[Crawl to the door -> Continue.]]

It was pity in your heart. You know that one day you will be happy to know you were kind to at least one miserable creature in your life. You give it an upset glance and kick some dirt over it to the best of your ability. Maybe it will keep some bugs off of it. The bird seems to appriaciate the effort and coos a couple times before falling silent. The door clicks open. [[Walk to the door -> Continue.]]

You make your way to the open entry and find yourself in a large grocery store. The bright lights hurt your eyes and you flinch back to the door, only to find it gone.

It's gross...... <img src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/2c/Speleo-Faux-Monnayeurs-06.jpg" width="500" height="300" alt="Slime"> "Grotte des Faux-Monayeurs, Suisse." by "Rama" Liscenced under Creative Commons (CC-BY-SA-2.0-FR). Accessed 9 February 2017. https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Speleo-Faux-Monnayeurs-06.jpg

The sad crow... <img src="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/9c/Dead_crow_4.JPG" width="500" height="300" alt="Crow"> "Dead Rook" sourced from Wikimedia Commons (Public Domain)